I complained about my Thanksgiving spike but I was already feeling better by Saturday. Sunday was a good day. I was excited to tell you all about Sunday and how uplifting a day it was for me. I planned on rushing home after work to post about it. (Hoping to post about some good news instead of doom and gloom for once)
What made Sunday so good was being able to sit at home and not care about my tinnitus. I didn't think of it but when I did I thought, "If I live the rest of my life this way, I could accept it. I can already feel my mind just not caring about this noise. I already know it is insignificant and with more time I can mostly forget it."
Naturally, Monday didn't turn out to be a very good day. And normally, when I have a spike I tend to blame myself. This one I do not. I was just at work, sitting in a quiet room, checking my tablet when a coworker snuck up on me and shouted in my ear.
Even when I'm doing nothing wrong, there is just going to be something, SOMETHING that gets in the way of me being able to live with tinnitus. Because the problem for me is not the noise. The problem for me is that at any point some unforeseen circumstance can make it permanently worse. I hate this fear. I hate my hyperacusis. I accept that I have permanent tinnitus but these things just get in the way. If I did not have these things I could be happy with tinnitus.
When others say it gets better, I believe them while also knowing that it can swing in the other direction as well. I believe they are right to be encouraging towards others but knowing some members have experienced permanent worsening of their tinnitus is part of the reason why I'm scared. These spikes put me in a state of terror and panic, always having to wait to see if my tinnitus will go back to baseline.
I have permanent noise in my ears? Fine. It's stability I crave… And not this fear of permanent worsening.
What made Sunday so good was being able to sit at home and not care about my tinnitus. I didn't think of it but when I did I thought, "If I live the rest of my life this way, I could accept it. I can already feel my mind just not caring about this noise. I already know it is insignificant and with more time I can mostly forget it."
Naturally, Monday didn't turn out to be a very good day. And normally, when I have a spike I tend to blame myself. This one I do not. I was just at work, sitting in a quiet room, checking my tablet when a coworker snuck up on me and shouted in my ear.
Even when I'm doing nothing wrong, there is just going to be something, SOMETHING that gets in the way of me being able to live with tinnitus. Because the problem for me is not the noise. The problem for me is that at any point some unforeseen circumstance can make it permanently worse. I hate this fear. I hate my hyperacusis. I accept that I have permanent tinnitus but these things just get in the way. If I did not have these things I could be happy with tinnitus.
When others say it gets better, I believe them while also knowing that it can swing in the other direction as well. I believe they are right to be encouraging towards others but knowing some members have experienced permanent worsening of their tinnitus is part of the reason why I'm scared. These spikes put me in a state of terror and panic, always having to wait to see if my tinnitus will go back to baseline.
I have permanent noise in my ears? Fine. It's stability I crave… And not this fear of permanent worsening.